Tuesday, December 3, 2013

At the beginning


Confusion roiled
Clouds of anger fulminated
In rising angst
Scudding in haste
Across the empty void

The sky could not contain
The bewilderment
Creativity paled
And crept to hide
Cowering in mystification

Love did not hold its anchor
Drifted, then rusted through neglect
But in the darkness, resurrection
The confidence of life
Green stalk bursting through

Creativity uncurled
And rose in splendour
Her tongue unloosed
She sang
Not for the other, but herself


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